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Bewitched

(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)

I'm wild again, beguiled again

A simpering, whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

I couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Lost my heart, but what of it?

He is cold, I agree

He can laugh, but what of it?

Although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to him, each spring to him

And long for the days when I'll cling to him

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I


Mirror lyrics:

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

And long for the days when I'll cling to him

I'll sing to him, each spring to him

Although the laugh's on me

He can laugh, but what of it?

He is cold, I agree

Lost my heart, but what of it?

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep

I couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

A simpering, whimpering child again

I'm wild again, beguiled again

(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)


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